Wearisome and then some and then some more and I wonder if this is for god's sake, why and what for?

Thursday, someone exclaimed
and again I wonder why.

My eyes are running which is more exercise than I need at this time of the day and my nose is running too, my face looks like one of them there Picasso's, a bit lopsided and with oddly placed attachments, but it'll be alright when I shake off the night and wake to the morning..

That's about all or nothing else to stir my imagination, this early I can hardly stir my tea, but change is coming and it'll more than likely be my underwear, Mum said, always wear clean shorts in case you're in an accident and need to go to the hospital,

ok
'one more cup of coffee' as Dylan comes on the wireless set